Damian followed the boy inside the building. It wasn't as grand as Vidalia's, nor as ornately decorated, but it was decent in its own right. The emblem on the building looked familiar, but Damian paid it little mind.
They were all there—well, not all. Lord Ashford, the mage, wasn't present, and neither was Lord Parcival, the old second-rank knight veteran. The remaining four, though—Esme, Tristan, Aramis, and the pugilist—were still there, albeit heavily bandaged. The old female second-rank knight, Lysandrea, was also present, looking worse for wear.
The elf commander was in no better shape. She, too, was bandaged up and still wearing the outfit she'd fought in the night before, but had just her armor on top now. It seemed she hadn't rested at all. Well, she was responsible for this mess, so her dedication was the bare minimum expected of her.
